#svbaism

The pair had been slumped in Jack’s living room for quite sometime that there could be suspicions of their bodies being permanently attached to the surfaces they sat on. The atmosphere would go from loud, rambunctious banter to moments of contemplative silence  then to arguments consisting of harsh words and a few fists (mostly due to Jack’s short fuse and arbitrary tempers) then to taciturn smoke breaks. It had no meaning and it was done because the two were bored to tears—or in their case, hollow squabbles. It had been silent for some time now, while Jack scrolled through his phone absentmindedly and Geunhyeong found himself trying to count how many freckles were on Jack’s right cheek. The freckled male breathed a heavy sigh to rid himself of the burn in his throat and it smelled of warm whiskey and faint burned tobacco which made the desire for a cigarette much stronger—something he’d have to do within the next few minutes or he’d become anxious. And some of his anxiety came from the burning annoyance of the other male’s eyes boring into the side of his face,

"You’re fucking annoying, you’ll never find out how many I have." He stared at the other with his endless, bleak gaze though anyone who had a glance at Jack at the moment would have a giggle due to the ruddy color on his cheeks from the alcohol he’s had—that fucking glow, it was inevitable and he hated it. Geunhyeong only laughed breathily before stealing the menthol cigarette lodged behind the older male’s ear to prop between his lips to light with the flame from his lighter. Before Jack could make a fuss about his cigarette being taken, the younger male offered it to him after a drag and he opened his palm in a silent plea for the cigarettes on the coffee table. He was answered with a low grumble and a nod of the older’s head, signaling in return that he better get it himself. "Why are you so cranky all of the time?" Geunhyeong asked, his tone light as if he were genuinely asking or perhaps joking, Jack couldn’t give a shit to decipher it at the moment before it killed his buzz.

"Ask your mum," he retorted with a sneer and bit down on the filter of the cigarette as he leaned his head back on the arm of the couch, limbs long and lazy as they hung off the edge. The other male bit back any hint of anger deciding Jack shouldn’t even deserve an ounce because he was always like this—so what was the point in wasting energy towards the half-inebriated male; so he opted for a joke instead.

Soohyuk ordered a couple records from a local shop online last night in hopes that they would help keep him energized enough to finish what he's doing. He'd requested to have them delivered, so he wouldn't waste time driving to the store itself when he could be slowly chiseling his way to perfection. They should arrive soon, he thinks... and hopes; because he's not sure how much longer he can keep his eyes open with nothing but silence and the sound of metal against stone to listen to. 

His coffee sits on his tray at the top of his ladder and he bends down to feel around for it, almost knocking it over as he does so. Soohyuk's hands shake a bit as he lifts the mug to his lips. Cold coffee, wonderful. How long had it been since he'd poured that cup? It had only felt like a couple of minutes, however, one look at his watch tells him that it was somewhere closer to two hours ago. 

Sleep begins to tug at his eyelids and he brings his hands up to rub at them in some attempt to combat it. Soohyuk brings his chisel up once more and begins to chip away the last tiny flaws in the marble of his project, looking forward to the sleep that would serve more as a reward than the money he would be payed for this statue.